Tomorrow: New York City!

Tomorrow morning at 6:00AM, Greg arrives with the cab and we go pick up Harz and his bags. Our flight leaves O'Hare at 8:00AM. We land in New York around 1:30PM after a layover in Detroit (I think).

I should be packing right now.
I should actually be done packing right now.
I should be showering and going to bed right now.

Wouldn't matter.

I am so hyped up right now on fear, anxiety and excitement that I won't be able to sleep any time soon. I am scared because I feel like I am going to forget something, some item or some detail, and fuck up this trip for the other guys. I am anxious because there are three days and three nights of multiple unknowns ahead of me. Basic things like locations, transportation, directions, show call times, and even the minutae of locating a CVS or a restaurant. That stuff stresses me out.

I wonder what necessary item I will forget to pack.

And I am excited because I will get to spend three days in the apex city of modern civilization, with a loose agenda, a pocketful of cash and two of the best guys that a traveller could ask for. Greg and I have travelled together before and we know we get along. He's so easy-going. Harz and I haven't travelled together before, but I have a feeling that it's going to go smoothly. We're both pretty relaxed individuals. And I really, really like BOTH of those guys. So, I'm anticipating an easy trip.

Tonight I've been all over the internet, prepping for this trip. I've checked out our hostel, both for conveniences (what DO the rooms look like?) and for location (where IS IT exactly?). I've researched public transportation between LaGuardia and Manhattan. (It's either the #60 or #80 bus. I'll specify, when I get to the airport.)

I've been looking up the theaters where the shows take place. I've been looking at shows we should see (to try to talk the casts into coming to see our show and giving us a slightly fuller house.) I have been researching fun activities in NYC (like a tour of DC Comics and a visit to the Museum of Sex). I'm currently researching tickets for Late Night w/ David Letterman, since Daily Show tickets have turned out to be an absolute bust.

I should be packing.
I should actually be done packing.
I should be going to bed.

But I'm not.

And in 7 hours a little man in a short cab will be knock-knock-knocking on my door, ready to go.

I should go pack now.

In 14 hours, I will be in New York City for the very first time.
I will talk to you again, in four days.

(I am also turning off comment moderation on my blog for the next four days. You clever little imps can leave well-wishes or hearty "fuck you"s to me here and see them appear instantaneously. You can also drop bits here or on any other blog entry for the next four days, un-moderated. Rest assured, though, Dear Hearts, that I'm getting your nasty, new, little comments emailed to me. So, if you choose to go back to a blog entry from two years ago to post that I eat dog turds, I'll know about it. And likely delete it. So play nice. (with me. You can be jags to each other until your fingers go numb, for all I care.)

See you in four days, Midwesterners!

Cheers,
Mr.B